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– into the flame –

The day I left Ohio, mymother took a break to cry,then I surely rolled my eye rightat her motherly way.Mamma Bear, don’t you know yourbaby was born to burn?This I have most surely learned, yourbaby was born to burn.

Let this ink spill o’er my hands;let it char my palms, ev’ry inch from end to where it began; notear can cure the calm. Thenlet my words rise from all ashes,flying over greater masses.That’s when they will learn – thisbaby was born to burn.